"emotes" poems
Intrepidly neglected, of my lessened reasoning, I am dissected, of my insurrection, from the blessed beens of yesteryear's glints, dancing, parading, and burning, in layers, stages, and fazes, fading, and melting, the plastic faces into the smelting heap, that has come so far, just to inspire me.
Always.
Always you unto me, spiraling, indefinitely into the deep, where ceased is the times, with bloodied hands, and laugh lines, laughing one last time, while glancing toward my watch, under setting suns, and rising stars, smiling faces, and in tearful goodbyes, i realise
The sky's limitlessness
And in all the glory, and all the bliss, the eloquent stories, and the gentle drifts, my imagination uplifts, in wisps of gentleness, where i submit to reason.
Bless-ed be, the one who garners to my support, from a vortex of euphoric antidotes, of mindless quotes, and animated emotes, pulsed, from straight faces, and lost hope.
Ill tell the truth, you can go with nope, in whispered breaths of gun smoke, lathered in lith-dope.
Just trying to cope with the flow, until i crash upon the shores of nevermore, and, explore these holes in my soul intent, ascending from the contempt of bent perspectives, and twisted concepts, letting the blood of the peasant from my arms of harmony, trembling blankly to sleep.
To you a ***** to me tranquility, as i sink, into the world i knew, so that it may be seen, casing the well being, of all the things, and pixelated dreams, from a thieves keep.
Deep, down, below me, in obscurity, i seep, through the soil of my turmoil, until my hand reaches out, from beyond my doubts, and clambers from the shadows, outside of myself.
I am born, of mud, of muck, of the stuff, you're afraid of, and all i bare is love, love to shrug the shams astray, vacating the placation, and dichotomies, unifying light, into one me, shining in the rainy streets, of my deletion
Until my completion
Completely
Erases me.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Rain drops of you everywhere,
Appearing and disappearing
From sky to earth
I cannot grab you but I feel your existence
I see your form but only understand you as formless
A hurricane of thoughts trap me,
Puddles of you flood my heart
Every step is one closer to you,
And the more I see through you,
The better I understand my essence
Because when I look into the mirror,
I see a road with no beginning or end
A perfect circle
Every memory of you unites inside of me
A revelation of wisdom that we have no difference
We are the same exact being
Now you are pregnant with my future,
My past is just a haunting ghost,
Melodic words you compose,
With a heart that emotes passion
Two beats per bar
An infinite number of bars
You and me: One whole note
Dissonance is the sound when we are alone
Together we resolve to consonance
We are fire and water as one
Finally united peacefully
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
This feeling, leaves me speechless
The thought of you on my mind
Unable to reach that first kiss
If only I could slow down time
A bliss image of what I want in my arms
This feeling of pain over powers me
At the sight of your lovely charms
Leaves me to blind to even see
As if I am your sword and shield
I'd fight for you with all my will
With only my heart in my hands to wield
Just the thought of that emotes a thrill
I may not be the one who holds you heart
But i'd protect it till my very last breath
For this feeling shall not be torn apart
Till the day I meet with Death
My lips go numb, they've become weak
My lungs gap for a widen breath
When I look at you, I cannot speak
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Rhythm is poetic..
We all know how catharsis emotes, she purges, taps.
She taps away at the keys and if the silence was not too loud you'd hear how the keys on this device create a beautiful kind of rhythm because she says rhythm is poetic and I am thinking of her, thoughts of how if I was ever granted the pleasure of seeing her ..holding her, these thoughts lead to how I imagine her smile would look like and how that would make my heart skip beats, how my heart would race and how beautiful the sound would be.. how I'd ask her to stand close enough to hear it say... rhythm is poetic, rhythm is poetic, rhythm is poetic, this beat, swaying her emotions, letting then run wild because, my heart beats at the tune she hummed, beat..boxed, Sophia Thakur did that.. not a single beat but three beautiful sounds connecting two beings.. two kindred spirits.
Rhythm is poetic, catharsis personified it, her smile and my heart danced to a beat under the stars with the stars creating constellations, beautiful constellations, creating seasons and the beat created the illusion of a fifth season. Our maker did with the heavens and the earth, we create our own little heaven in moments brought together by time, the stars, her smile, my hitching breath and my heartbeat.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
She sits—left leg upon right,
right hand resting in left,
eyes closed, watching joy drift
among sorrows; up one minute,
down the next; a Ferris wheel
of fear and loneliness, then
moments of letting go;
the brows furrowed and then
a smile on her lips—the way a
cellist emotes herself through Bach.
Others have said to her that she is
lucky to be so groundless, to be
free of any misapprehension that
life is perfect or that it will be easy.
She knows better than that.
And because she does, she can take
the crests and the troughs as they come—
a part of the ocean and not the wave.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
I’ll play this song
for old times sake
you’ll sing along
again
for old times sake
missive melodies
that never change
our dissonant notes
well overplayed
we’ve become actors
stuck in someone else’s play
how’d we ever let life get this way
what was once a rainbow
is now only shades of grey
the rhythm is lost
in the tip-tap of your toes
shuffling endlessly
as if trying to escape
run off with your feet
only to be left in the street
struggling to beat the light
that’s already changed the scene
adding a red glow
that makes you look better anyway
Can we keep the topic on dancing?
as it emotes such a clean wholesome feeling
that one can really lean on
in troubles times, five four
rounded out to seven eight
Hurry **** you!
We’re already late
such an important recital
giving in to improvisation
as we are stripped of
rank and title
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
I love all good poems,
and how they make me
feel whole but deboned,
de~parted,
sometimes cleansed
sometimes *****
sometimes ashamed,
occasionally fried,
occasionally enlived,
often all of these,
simultaneously
I love how mine please you,
breaking the knots of anonymity,
unleashing the little white package
strings of connection, and, when yours,
make me guffaw, or even a better, person-age,
when we weep deep in our recesses where the
just-beneath-the-surface emotes, are pricked and
brought to the surface, for the first time, or the last of time,
exposed, curated, healed, leaving but a tiny sore, that lingers
on the body's surfaces,where all things.are etched that
are needy for a reminding of the when,
and here, right there, is the where,
but your loving of likes somehow
dissatisfying, like a kiss, perfunctory, skullduggery
or dis genuine, a hit and a move on,which is why,
I treasure your comments, long or short,
insightful or delightful, critical or critique(e),
just a tender heart of appreciation, a snuggle
from the sea, throned out of Jonah's whale...
rounded bellicose belly
but they render me
alive,
when they split and spit me, to you,
you, to each, defined in pieces, gratitude
nuggets, each, treasured, each hugged, each letter,
a custom bespoke of connectivity and
who needs friends, when your words
embrace me so deep repeat and touch me
in places where my heart must follow on & on.
now many poems you commission with every exposition.
even the dimplest thanks is a vibrato of pleasuring sounds, that
you, you, you, took that particular moment of time to
express the heartfelt, destroys the invidious
that does quiet creepily slides inside us,
saying I am your comforter false,
but is not!
use your words, that,
they to the children teach; let us too
embrace this honorific so terrific, and touch each other with
comments, a sharing, and the sol shines on
'we two too, for all to seer and see
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
Burning red eyed glow
Cool to your embers
Blow smothering the flame
Bonfire emotes in flame
Blue oceans deep pass over your heat
Let me sink in I've dove deep
Your pools of blue
Draw and drown
Magnetic energy motorized within me
I spark
Hitherto never shocked
White blinding light
Disappear in the cloud
Trampoline of cotton
Take me higher, higher
Show me wonder
Don't drop me.
For I will fall onto the green
Grass won't stop this descent
Bush won't cushion this fall
Tree won't just impale
Forest nights grow darker
I'm lying down on my blanket
Pressing into the lush
Breathing nostrils tendril tickles
Sink a half inch deeper
into the bending saber tips
Watch from your tower
Rays of gold meld and procreate naturally
Don't take my warmth and life
Golden globular orb melting sloughing sliding down
Un-fathomable happiness
Limitless light life justice
Ice cold depression
Death wallow in grief
When the mighty winks goodbye
The black will rule
Hades rises
Hellish requiem depress souls
Let the forms wander as empty husks
Tombs line roads and no light to see them
Take my vision hearing smelling
Leave me warmth
Even your red eyed glow
I submit
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Trailers don't give away the entire plot.
I've been watching for years
As an active actor
In various melodramas.
The good guy is clean shaven
Beneath the lather,
Emotes empathy,
And never snickers.
A straight shooter.
The other guy needs a blade
As cutting as sarcasm,
And aims when you turn.
Then there's re-runs
Whose endings never change.
The prophet gets arrested.
Tara burns. Ice bergs floe.
I am under Lowry's volcanoe,
Or leaving Las Vegas.
28 Days is only two hours
Of wine and roses.
The trailers just reveal enough
To give me hope.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Lines break
weirdly
white space is r a c i s t
repetition emotes imagery
crypt ic ally / intention ally
dull erudition . . .
pompous verbosity
rhymeless atrocity
lines / break
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
what is more gentle?
than this pillow of the light?
a life narrowing,
in a bright feather dance
that sweeps across the sea
or covers our faces in shadows.
where do you go when you leave me?
now I am nocturnal,
a bliss bandit,
cooing at stars
one thousand miles high.
shaking like a tea kettle,
I am the black *** black,
shaking,
shivering.
Swallowing pieces of your light,
in the back-room jungle where I sew,
tears to the bottoms of my eyes,
I know days,
hours,
one minute
where I gambled time
and stood behind you
with my fingers
on your shoulders
and my mouth on your neck.
What it takes to be apart,
split in half,
shucked from birth;
it takes every thing I
ever owned,
every note I ever sang,
each breath that I will make-
some thought I stand up on,
my knees quivering below me.
five kinds of drugs
just to see straight, to hold
my hands steady or
sleep at night.
your lavender flavor
is still in me.
youth inside me.
one.
two.
soaking in this forgotten city,
Earth's heroes drifting away.
I could never eat again, or
cast a spell, or touch the same.
while burning I may never
stand
on these same two feet again.
Or answer an echoing voice
From across the gloom
Where nearness emotes itself
And I freeze inside my own cacophony
Of brilliant moods and total confusion.
four years,
a photograph.
one voice,
softening into my skin,
that I may never forget.
that this beard is of
an old man, should I never
count again
blessings or songs.
I dive into the flame
and study this journey backwards.
so I should never forget,
everything so serious
as this
as youth and eves
Three drops of cuteness
Spilt against a human act of
Being.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
It’s this feeling I wait for: Perfection, Serenity.
Every hour before now has no meaning to me
An artificially sweetened, chemical world
In a few moments breaths all begins to swirl.
A whirl of mankind, a homogenous shape
In an exact world, but in an altered state.
As all that’s good and green goes up in gray smoke
Everyone is magic and everything emotes.
I can still identify, but in a different mind.
This perfect serenity…I want it all the time.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
The coming of Biden and Harris reminds me of one of the most beautiful and evocative songs ever sung, the first line of which goes something like this: "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair." It was written and composed by John Phillips and sung by Scott McKenzie. Implicit not only in its writing and composing, but also in its singing, this song emotes the most powerful message that can ever be delivered to and absorbed by humankind: LOVE.
I would have been in Haight-Ashbury in June, July, and August of 1967, but I was a patient at the famous Menninger Foundation at that time, the best help of its kind in the world, and expensive (my father was a rich). But it was my mother who finessed my way into Menninger’s, not my father. He wanted me to become an attorney on Wall Street and make millions (now billions). That is, after all, why he had gladly paid a fortune to send me to the best schools in the world: Phillips Andover Academy (prep school) and Columbia College, Columbia University. I attended law school after college, but began to have problems sleeping that only grew worse during my first semester. The less sleep I got, the more difficult it was to study. Finally, I couldn’t sleep at all. I dropped out of law school right before first-semester finals, an act for which my father never forgave me.
But my sleepless nights continued even after I dropped out, which ******* up my mind and my life terribly. I had no idea why this was happening to me. If my mother had not surreptitiously intervened and got me into Menninger’s, I no doubt would not be writing this to you. Psychotherapy not only saved my life, but also allowed me, for the first time in my life, to realize I had feelings--my own feelings--my hopes, my dreams, my wishes, my needs. And after months, something magical happened when I unconsciously married my intellect with my new-found feelings: out of me popped a poem, and I have remained a poet to this very day.
What does what I’ve just shared with you have to do with Biden and Harris? The answer is that both brought, and now bring, great promise, great hope. Out of total darkness comes the bright light of a new beginning--a caring, a compassion, the lack thereof almost brought me to my death, and our nation, democratically speaking, to the same. Now there are, metaphorically speaking, flowers in our hair once more.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:38 PM UTC
She is covered in angel-skin
& her fragrance is of lilac.
I frolic playfully
in her open fields
& she yields
so willingly.
Whispering a siren's voice,
she hypnotizes me,
her taste of wildflower-honey
soothes my parched throat,
she emotes
pure love.
Her touch is dreamy,
I get lost in her grip,
her lips sizzle grace,
possesses a face
of rarest beauty
I kiss.
Pools of comfort
she does make
& I ache for her
constantly
to quench
my burning *****
we are joined
at the hip.
You should see her,
Heaven from above
does exist
down
here on Earth.
O yes,
I confess
she is!
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?
Screaming. Wailing / Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Pushing.
Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning?
Not knowing / Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god
What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs
So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up / Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"
On and on / carrying calm
And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
Vampyric Parasitic Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning / Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice
Cherish just a starving word
So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love / To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing / If never born
A mind Emotes / oceans / swells /
Love ....
The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams / Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?
Truth (the word of god)
Namaste
The eyes wordlessly say
Love light: Our beautiful day.
With every storm loud with thunder
A serenity found / Amidst All Life's blunders
So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream
breathless heart you must plunder.
Fight fire not with fire, but with water
that which you can have but cannot hold...
and what is love
if not sharing a drink
like every storm
we all are wet underneath
like every heart must sometimes think
we will wake already ashore
inhale this gift - the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper
and we are the tempest
the hearts who think...
This must be love
having been
given everything?
my cup is filled by heaven's rain
no fear of death, but war and pain...
the storm swims with / in /
you.
But you're a beautiful day.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
if you love me,
please realize
there's more to what I say
you just have to look
behind my eyes.
for words uttered on my lips,
and written from my fingertips
may be misconstrued by
societal pressure and expectation,
but these baby blues tell no lies.
and if I love you?
you will know.
you'll feel me deep within your soul,
you'll find me peaking out beneath warm sheets
and laying dormant in grey streets.
you'll feel me catch in your throat,
like whiskey or cigarette smoke
or within the ushering sense of calm
patchouli and sage emotes.
ash to ash,
among waves and wind we'll float,
high above the rain and treetops
for tonight, the world is our ocean,
and the clouds our boat.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
i call to the masses to seek their light
their keystrokes, emotes, and other insights
that make this place what it is and where it will go
because we don't know where.
we take it there
the longest poem ever written is a poem in which
we will create as humans
line by line,
each one never better than the last
only different
because it calls a different consciousness home.
it calls a different person home.
if we all added a line,one by one, we could create magic
we cold create the infinite knowledge
Won't you do this with me world?
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?
Screaming. Wailing / Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Pushing.
Dumbfounded yet Enforcing.
Forcing / mindlessly
divorcing meaning?
Not knowing / Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god
What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs
So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up / Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"
On and on / carrying calm
And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
Vampiric Parasitic Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning / Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice
Cherish just a starving word
So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love / To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing / If never born
A mind Emotes / oceans / swells /
Love ....
The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams / Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?
Truth (the word of god)
So jump for joy, grasshopper...
Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye,
life is the dream the heart you must plunder.
the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper
and we are the tempest and peace
the hearts who think...
This must be love
Thank goodness/ for everything….
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
Poet dances song in quietude
our dreams throng
down huckleberry roads
Unscripted spoken motions
Mosaic heart emotes
Hope
As he composed
Faces glow so
connect the dots
those consumed disposed
Knowing we're not broken
But in the art we form
as one whole - our garden grows...
Poet paints love with understated eloquence
visions of war never-was
with every tear an ocean
with every dream a peace
all seedling springs.
Poet grants wish
Dances in the street
laughter as he weeps
beauty is what we all seek
to lovingly keep
evergreen
and free.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
Emotions change constantly.
I experience a wave of the new.
From happy, sad, anger.
At least that's what i thought.
I saw them, these disparate faces.
All trying to claim my personality.
I thought and tried to protect it.
But really it's a sin.
A sin to be because it obliterates the self
myself.
And such a sin
imperils reality itself.
So i let go of the personality.
Finally to lay bare whats free.
Because in the truth i'm not a disposition.
I am just being.
Confused in a social box of response.
In feeling these untruths.
Which are promoted as rectitude.
But they are just emotions, nothing more.
These emotions are not me.
The personality is nothing as well.
NO- THING
It hurts when you first realize that.
But then you see that the hurt is fake
as well.
So inner demons exist.
But they always shatter too.
It's all a jumbled mess.
So to escape the mind brings me harmony.
And with that i decamp.
Then openly i may find peace.
Because a constantly moving
mind can drive you nuts.
It's like a prison, as
the mind continues to create.
With no bounds or limitations
but the penitentiary is really only
there when the personality exists.
But is letting go of personality
Crazy? As you become what they call "weird"
to let go and be who you
really are requires courage.
"civilization" creating personality so let it go.
and to let go of that.
Is to let of the false fellowship.
So is it worth it?
I think yes.
To save yourself and to get rid
of social and mental dis-ease.
You have to let go.
I have to be free.
Free from the box of emotes presented.
as that i can feel it all.
And who i am.
To express to be open.
To those in society this is wacko.
But it doesn't matter.
Because they are all trapped in temperament.
I am moving to be free from.
the curse.
The same curse i mentioned earlier.
which kills you through rationalization.
So I've seen and accepted
the faces.
I met them face to face
ear to ear.
I heard them in person.
and i saw who they wanted me.
to be.
I saw what they wanted others to see.
But i'm not doing that.
Imma be me.
I'm not doing that.
Imma be me.
To be me is to accept it all.
I accepted the past.
I accepted the now and future
and let go of it all.
I was ready to experience truth
to see the authenticity of everything.
To lie in authenticity
and to be alone.
To not be alone in thoughts.
To not be together with others in
public.
But to be alone outside of that trip.
There are many ways to go
and the way is around thee.
In the whirlwind that encapsulates the soul.
So i can let it go.
Confusing eh?
Being awake for the first time in life
Moving on around the inner light.
The inner openings of strife/sacrifice
and seeing that the light is not inner or out.
Instead it's beyond and together.
And finally i made it to that point.
Where the mind is gone and soul too.
So that u could touch what is wise,
open, and true.
I can feel it all
and be me.
Not tainted by the falseness
of society's fake emotions.
Instead, feeling them in their truth
seeing their vulnerable nature
and truly connecting and discerning
not going and becoming.
Instead just being
be to be
see to see
me to me.
And finally, i can whisper its name.
Not fortitude's essence and flavor.
I can live not brilliantly or in mediocrity
I can be to be.
And it's crazy.
be to be
that is crazy
but it's truth
and it's really free.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
balled up wallowing
a fountain inside
Initiated with impatient fingers
the sky rolls and lingers
hit play as i lay splayed with the stereo
man with the mic emotes notes
spilling out the vile
feelin' vetted as the
pressure built to a busting must release
and people look more like
collective needs to me
embodied by vampires
looking for flesh embroidered
in a summer dress
buckets of plasma refusing to leak
as we speak
in quotients
calibrated by these lovely potions
zyban in my right hand
smoke loud til its ******* right, man
looming over my brothers dead body
like who came to watch me?
like who came
who came to watch me?
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Cigar cutter arms
Reaching, ever reaching
But are they mine
Or yours?
There’s nothing to do
There’s nothing I can do
Just leave me to myself
He emotes so hard
It’s so hard to emote
Slammed doors
Shut mind
Heavy with pain
In his knees
In his brain
Pulls him under
Waves crashing, crunching
My body
Keeps getting thinner
He holds my head under
He is a strong swimmer
I attempt to align my aches with his
For every one of his nightmares
I have a memory
For every panic attack
A physical assault
I consider propping up his bruises with my scars
We could build a church
Or a bar
Structured out of bullet holes
Supported by columns of razor burns
I buy a plane ticket instead
I build wings from all my tickets
I build a house, a home, a car, a manicured lawn
A husband, 2.4 kids, a dog, memberships with Al-Anon
And yet I still have leftovers
To share
With all the angels of this city
But oh, what a pity
That audacity
Is not the same as love
Diseased pigeons don’t count as doves
He said,
“Baby, it’s all in your head”
I said,
“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m afraid of.”
I am a runaway woman-girl on the loose
Dodge bullets, dodge compliments
Slide out of my noose
There’s nothing I can’t do
I’ll just leave you to yourself
I’ll just leave you
I am notorious
Notoriously hard to get
I will always be the girl who finds a way
The woman who gets her way
The one who got away
Just in time
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Poet dances song in quietude
our dreams throng
down huckleberry roads
Unscripted spoken motion
Mosaic heart emotes
Hope
As he composed
Faces glow so
connect the dots
those consumed disposed
Knowing we're not broken
But in the art we form
as one whole - our garden grows...
Poet paints love with understated eloquence
visions of war neverwas
with every tear an ocean
with every dream a peace
a seedling springs.
Poet grants wish
Dances in the street
laughter as he weeps
beauty is what we seek
to lovingly keep
evergreen
and free.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
The light it emotes
The powerful vibes it shows
The beauty flying high
On this, the Full Moon, up in the sky
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 7:48 PM UTC